glass
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Raining on through the cloudy days
Staining the tainted window sills
Mother nature's song that played
Flashes that crashed through sky's
The trees in New York are so much wavier.There are different layers of opposites.Cattails in front of my nose, that house on the hill is staring into my eyes.I’m beginning to trust my gut more lately and I’ve been lucky not to blend into a peach f
I stare at you, the sweat on my palms making it hard to grasp the conversation.
Your lips form spiteful words.
I feel my eyes glaze over.
Disbelief and distrust threaten to spill out as waterfalls from both our eyes.
There was a room, and in that room were three things. One was a lightbulb that was off so no one could see what was going on. Two was a chair that sat alone in the corner with no one there to watch.
Love is beautiful
Love is kind
Love does not hate
Nor does it discriminate
It takes effort to build
yet takes none to destroy
Though in its purest form
One can see
There is a fragile world with a city made of eggshells.
Alas,
The ground is always cracked
And the people are made of glass.
I am fragile,
Like a glass
Of wine.
One encounter
And you can tip
Me over.
Out spills my pain
And emotions
That could have
Helped you ease your pain,
But you can't put me
The scene always opens with a girl in rags
On the floor
Tired and overworked
Exhausted and sore.
The archetype who deserves so much more.
If I could draw my feelings, that would be one thing
But I cannot
I have no feelings
But maybe that just means I feel too much, or
Think too much
Very true indeed
Our words will stumble from my memory,
and I will not feel any emptiness
When the sun's light sees her own reflection
In me.
And then I will miss you no more
I will walk with quiet footsteps;
"Can't put your mind in a cast
but broken things aren't meant to last
Like walking on broken glass
reminding you bout scars of past
cause the world went by so fast
But not you, your stuck
I wield a fist that has shattered glass, leaving in its wake
Shards strewn across the crimson splatter
lining the sink where I weep
sinking,
sinking,
sinking down into
He used to light her up,
Watch her dance beautifully,
On a pedestal in his eyes.
But then he left her ,hanging.
All alone in the dark,
and waited for her chains to break;
Echo, you privilege soul
Stand by as I pillage your home
Watch as they rave your condemnation
We have yet to live.
Welcome to my High School
Where teachers and students mingle
Where the confused kid gets all the love he can
Where friends are everywhere
Oh look over there
That girl just got all those kisses from those guys
Shattered glass isn’t always what it seems, it chips and cracks
It was once one full piece, nothing could ripped away
I see storms of furry waves of the crashing sea
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I feel like I'm falling apart.
I'm breaking
Like glass, shattering on the floor.
What’s in the glass?
Is the glass half empty or half full?
Pessimism versus Optimism
Both have their pros and cons
Broken hearts are like broken glass
Hearts shine at a glimpse of light but...
Are going to shatter at the slightest crack
Like Cinderella's slipper, falling to the stone
Broken, with no one to pick up the pieces
Life is a shadowShifting, shaping, twistingInto braided ropesThat wrap around the throat andTugBending over window ledgesCurling into gnarled talons that
Grasp at your heart to
"This is a very intense poem that is true, and it is very sad and painful going through this.
I remember the first kiss,
Cold and tasteless.
Just like his glass lips.
Not only did his glass lips kiss
They spoke.
That is something thing that I miss,
His glass lips speaking meaningless shit.
Looking up into the sky
into the endless blue
seeing all the clouds passing by
the green balloon bright and new
The little girl was shining with glee
this was pur happiness
I am a piece
Of broken glass
With sharp, corroded edges
If you touch me
You'll bleed, and become connected
With all the secrets
I try to keep.
I am jagged,
Dirty,
Cold.
My heart beats fastAs the tears cascade downStaining my paperWith utter disappointmentFrom shattered hope.
In the darkness of the room
I hear your still, cold breaths
I hold a candle light infront of my broken body
I uncover the mask you hide behind
Discovering something wild
You are standing there
Worn eyes look through their own reflection.
With gel she tames wild red curls.
Nora steadily powders each feature,
Desperately masking true beauty.
We don’t recognize this woman in
The glass
Like a funeral in an hour glass,you wonder, how slow can time pass?Soon the sane will dissipatefulfilling the end you anticipate,but not soon enough.End? I call your bluff!This will go on forever.
The love we had was like glassYou could see right through itAnd everything was clearI loved you with all my heartWe had our little fightsAnd the scratches on the glass appeared
Smokey windows, shattered glass
Broken souls looking for healing
Coughing, woots and hollers
A passing waitress, traveling hands and cat calls
Dusty tables and creaky floors
One spot light
I had this summer day
where you were fire and I was sand,
and we melted ourselves
into a rare and perfect glass.
Maybe we can be like marbles,
well-rounded and varied,
or maybe we can magnify
Delicate features, slight stature.
That is who she is.
Shy, unassuming, ignored,
She dances on the air, moves like a ballerina.
Twirling, twirling, twirling,
One wrong move could send her falling.
